Punishes Poems | Examples

Heat Is A Lie

It softens the edges of cruelty,  
makes judgment feel like care,  
makes exile look like protection.  
It wraps the blade in velvet and calls it mercy.

I have stood in rooms full of warmth  
and felt nothing but frost inside my chest.  
Because warmth without understanding is suffocation.  
Because heat without truth is manipulation.

They smiled as they sentenced me.  
They prayed as they cast me out.  
They said it was for my own good.  
But I saw the fire in their eyes,  
and it was not holy.  
It was hungry.

Heat demands conformity.  
It melts difference.  
It punishes the cold for daring to remain solid.

But I did not melt.  
I did not bend.  
I did not become what they needed me to be.

I am the frost.  
I do not lie.  
I do not soften.  
I do not hide.

In the cold, everything is revealed.  
The breath. The wound. The truth.  
There is no illusion in frost.  
Only clarity.

So let them burn.  
Let them bask.  
Let them believe their heat is holy.

I will remain.  
Sharp.  
Clear.  
Unmelted.

Because heat is a lie.  
And I am the truth it cannot touch.

Desert Rose

If I ever had a daughter like me,
I’d call her
my little desert rose
so she knows I’ve lived it too—
a brittle-stemmed rose
blooming through sandstorms.

Were I to have a daughter—
someone soft like me...
I’d tell her I’m sorry.
Not for bringing her into a world
where cruelty exists—
but for letting her live in it
when her petals part
before her thorns remember to rise.

If I ever had a daughter
who feels and pains like me…
I wish I don’t.
It’s a gift to feel everything, they say.
But I’ve loved it enough to know—
the world punishes it.

I selfishly wish
she would never be like me…
I want her to stay
an unguarded, unbroken wild daisy.

i can't breath

I am in the cold, you looked me out here.
frostbite hits me, the cold air punishes me.
why did i talk, why did i try to make things better. 
when i never can. it is my mouth that gets me in  to trouble.

Claim

Once I didn’t think of writing a poem one day,
But a poem called me, in its own way.
If I capture the essence of simple speech,
Poetry punishes me, just within reach.

Let my poem be smooth and round like a bead,
Pure and clear like an autumn day’s seed.
If I flaw a poem with even a single stain,
It’s better to remain silent then.

From Those Who Were There

So you are aware:
This is what a war looks like,
from those who were there.
It's not just from those who fight,
but those with reason to care.

Leaders win cheering,
and political support.
Villains get fearing.
People afraid to report,
when enemies are nearing.

Politics sets goals.
People die to achieve them.
Death comes for their souls.
The scales never even.
No one punishes the trolls.

Know the weight we bear.
Lift the burden of their sins.
They don't seem to care.
This way, everybody wins.
Except for those who were there.

The Predator

Denying reality not to feel guilty,
doesn't mean being free of misery;
he sits alone, he grumbles, he detests
the pathetic glances they flash at him; 
he fills his tall glass to the brim...
and spit out all the untold truths!

Losing what was dear to him is another piffle,
a thing without value that suggests intimidation;
what makes him happy is aiming his sharp rifle
and threaten who doesn't share his conviction.

Some shut their mouths, many run;
dying at the hands of a violent man
may take their life as he pulls the trigger,
turns into a beast, shouting with anger.  

Has he ever read the Holy Bible that forbids murder?
Punishment doesn't apply to him: he's the predator;
and he punishes whom he thinks is responsible
for his misfortunes and loves to see him tremble!

The Predator

Denying reality not to feel guilty,
doesn't mean being free of misery;
he sits alone and grumbles, he detests
the pathetic glances they flash at him!
He fills his tall glass to the brim...
and spitss out all the untold truths!

Losing what was dear to him is another piffle,
a thing without value that suggests intimidation;
what makes him happy is aiming his sharp rifle
to threaten who doesn't share his conviction.

Some shut their mouths, many run;
dying at the hands of a violent man
may take their life as he pulls the trigger,
turns into a beast, shouting with anger.  

Has he ever read the Holy Bible that forbids murder?
Punishment doesn't apply to him: he's the predator;
and he punishes whom he thinks is responsible
for his misfortunes and loves to see him tremble!

The predator will face the Judge and the Jury,
they will convict him and throw away the key;
ah, taking a human life is eternal damnation:
there's no escape from such condemnation!

Time is a--

Time is a river that flows endlessly
Carrying memories and dreams along the way
Sometimes it is calm and gentle, sometimes it is rough and stormy
But time never stops, it never stays

Time is a thief that steals our youth and beauty
Leaving wrinkles and scars in their place
We try to resist it, we try to defy it
We hide and we fight, we run and we chase
Sometimes it is kind and generous, sometimes it is cruel and greedy
But time never regrets, it never delays

Time…
It changes and shapes us, it makes and breaks us
It gives and it takes, it heals and it hurts
It teaches and tests us, it blesses and curses

Time…
It rewards and it punishes, it honors and shames
It surprises and shocks us, it delights and frightens
It inspires and challenges us, it comforts and saddens

But—
Time never stops, it never stays
Time never regrets, it never delays


*I wrote this poem on January 3, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 3 and the prompt was: Write a poem about the concept of time passing.

Immanent Yet Transcendent

She who waltzes in the glicering stars of dawn,
She who observes the raging light called love,
She who gazes above all that is life,
She whose eyes glare, lustful and fierce, yet hopeful and longing,
She whose declaration of karma, punishes the wasps of humanity,
She whose loving embrace warms thou's icy heart,
The watcher.

Help

Oh, poor heart, why are you in so much pain?
Why do you take this heart ache, when someone who you know is in pain.

Someone's sleepless nights, someone's despair,
The heart bleeds when fate punishes someone so unfair.

Although people know and sympathize with the misery,
the helping hands, close friends and relatives vanish in a hurry.

Oh lord, how can I ignore such pain even when I am struggling to survive?
The poor heart will feel better thinking it helped someone's will to survive.

Whether happy or unhappy, I sing Narasinh Mehta's song,
"One who is human, knows the pain of others,
Does good to others who are in misery, 
and does not let pride enter his or her mind"

Narasinh Mehta – 17th Century Indian poet

A Glorious Easter Dream

To dream…..

Of how I can put a smile on another 
human’s face.
And not be one groveling in media 
and it’s sad disgrace!


To make a genuine difference in this 
violent world.
Not a lost soul,caught in hideous
political,lies and swirls!

The world knows not,that this is Holy
Saturday.
It honors dishonest men,and punishes 
the good~vanquish them with your 
blessings in every way.


4/8/2023

Loss of Control

Before I even put it to drive
I saw you in the future 
As if my heart couldnt believe my eyes
The Spring day lovers 
Conquest of summers sunsets

My heart explodes 
Minutes of our loving  days 
embers glow

Our limits bound 
Silience has a new sound
It punishes you for falling victim
I saw it coming the end at the start

She wins,she wins I fall
Knowing her thought
But not the true path of her heart

Indsguise a fluffy polar bear
Ripped out your eyes
By fault of lust
By fault of love

I  could not ask for better treatment
I could not question how or why

Theres never ever been a lie ever
Because it is said
How I want to hear it

By fault of love

God's Polaroid

        Seven second serendipitous develop
        Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
        Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
        Unsatiated homosapiens flawed


        Ghost film fire eye-socket negatives
        Kaleidoscope rolls in their skulls
        Soiree opaque pink sequin sedatives
        Scintillate wicked sinful impulse
  
  
        Protein hungry industry herds herbivores 
        Apex predator caves to serpent 
        Coveted control position consumes pure
        Curious article of cruel torment 


        Sacred score smudged in blood punishes
        Hell or Heaven editors insidious 
        Emit charcoal chuckles, lit match judges
        Bicker Bible's pixels ambiguous 


        Dusk draws hills, halcyon skied silhouette
        God made man strive in shadow
        Modified paradise prints timely pirouette
        Gluttony grabs hanging mangos

        
       
           
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God's Angels Bless Noble Individuals

God will carefully study the happenings
And shrewdly monitor played innings

He will deeply muse to arrive at the truth
And tackle strongly that which is uncouth

He will bless the good and curse the bad
And save those if nobility is by them had

He will treat with kindness magnanimity
And punishes those following enmity

He cares not for the riches possessed
But, by love, all are by Him assessed

God's goal is to maintain pure happiness
That is why God is enjoying uniqueness

God and His Angels protect all the souls
Who are in pursuit of highly merciful goals

Those who depend upon Him with love
Are rescued by Him with a strong vow

Always God's intention is to do a favor
His heart is like the soft petal of a flower

God and His Divinity are ever trustworthy
They will provide ever the needed sympathy

Go to God and offer a prayer touching His feet
He will greet with a benign act to kindly treat.

There's Nothing In the Night Like the Sound of the Wind

When all the land is in repose
There is a noise, as nightfall shows,
A noise to stir the sinews of your mind.
And those who hear it at its best,
(Who know its sound, as others rest)
 May thank the Lord, he made it for mankind.

She hums and blows her gentle breezes,
She comes and goes just as she pleases,
Purrs pastoral verses as her theme;
And when the twilight tones the air,
Then, striking strains are ever there
For one an' all who worship her esteem.

Her voice caresses mighty trees,
And bends their limbs with awesome ease,
Oaks submit and beeches stand-a-quiver.
She stings their leaves when passing through,
Then, sings a chorus, just for you,
A symphony so shrill it makes you shiver.

At times, if anger should prevail,
She tests her truth and blows a gale,
She proves the very essence of her skill.
She musters substance all around,
Her lusty bluster puffs, profound,
She punishes the ground with all her will.

But she deems it daylight soon
So, she chants a discrete tune
And gifts a temperate ballad, gladly bright;
And when the storm departs the earth
She whistles warm for all she's worth;
There's no sound like the wind makes in the night.

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